The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 9 Chapter 4 Page 13

Phoebus! — He does not hear me! Phoebus! — How wicked that woman is to speak to him at the same time with me!

Phoebus! Phoebus!”

The deaf man gazed at her. He understood this pantomime. The poor bellringer’s eye filled with tears, but he let none fall. All at once he pulled her gently by the border of her sleeve. She turned round. He had assumed a tranquil air; he said to her, —

“Would you like to have me bring him to you?”

She uttered a cry of joy.

“Oh! go! hasten! run! quick! that captain! that captain! bring him to me! I will love you for it!”

She clasped his knees. He could not refrain from shaking his head sadly.